Ripped To Death (horror Version) Video (MV)

Yo, you ever hear the story
Nah man, what story
The one about the bong
What like haunted
Worse it kills
Deep in the smoke shot back of the rack
Sits a glass bong with a devilish crack
Rumors say it was blown in the dark
Forged in a fire where demons embark
They say it pulls harder than lungs can take
A single rip's a deal the soul can't break
Carved in the base in words of despair
Light me up if you dare, no one leaves my lair
Johnny didn't listen, he bought it that day
Took it to the crib, said let's blaze away
Loaded the bowl with his finest green
But the first hit twisted everything obscene
Rip it, grip it, feel the smoke rise
But beware the glass, it'll steal your eyes
Once you toke, there's no going back
The bong is alive and it's on the attack
Rip it, grip it, take your last breath
This ain't getting high, it's a trip to death
From the first inhale, the curse begins
The bong's got you now, and it always wins
With black the walls started to bleed
Whispers in the smoke planting deadly seeds
Johnny gassed hard, tried to drop the glass
But the bong held tight with an evil grasp
Shadows crawled out from the corners of the room
The weed burned hotter, ceiling is doom
Through the cloud he saw a face appear
A grinning skull, dripping with fear
You lit me up, now it's time to pay
The voice hissed low like decay on display
Johnny screams echoed, swallowed by the haze
As the bong devoured his soul in a blaze
The bong sits silent, waiting for more
Hungry for souls, keeping count of its score
It's been passed around house to house
A killer hiding quiet as a little mouse
Becky found it next, thought it looked cool
A collector's piece, she broke every rule
Didn't believe the stories, thought it was fake
But one rip in, her soul was at stake
She saw her reflection twist in the smoke
Eyes went hollow, her spirit broke
It didn't stop there, the curse took hold
Her body froze, her blood ran cold
Now her face is etched in the swirling glass
A warning for the next, who thinks they'll pass
But the temptation's too strong, they never resist
The bong takes them all, adding them to the list
Rip it, grip it, feel the smoke rise
But beware the glass, it'll steal your eyes
Once you toke, there's no going back
The bong is alive, and it's on the attack
Rip it, grip it, take your last breath
This ain't getting high, it's a trip to death
From the first inhale, the curse begins
The bong's got you now, and it always wins
So if you see it sitting there, gleaming in the light
Turn and walk away, don't take that flight
It's not worth the rip, it's not worth the hit
That bong's got a hunger, and it don't quit
Because once you take a toke, it's already done
The curse begins, and there's nowhere to run
It's just glass you'll say, but you'll hear it hum
The bong wants your soul
So if you see it sitting there, gleaming in the light
Turn and walk away, don't take that flight
It's not worth the rip, it's not worth the hit
That bong's got a hunger, and it don't quit